This smell in the air, among blooming lilacs guides you to the place you were planted.
This is the perfect place to bloom yourself, too. A place where you can be part of playful flowers, giving color to the earth, giving smell to the air and growing every season till your best...
Flowers don’t try to be beautiful, they are beautiful, despite their shape, color and smell. They grow in one place to share their beauty all over the world.
Don’t try too much, you are already good enough to share your beauty, too.
nice poem.
It is an analogy with ourselves, we are all beautiful.
thanks for posting.
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